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[Part 1 - Just Another Day in the Market]
Continued...
"'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, what's all this, then?" boomed the voice of the Sergeant of the Guard as the store room door burst open.
Gilli and Sir Cuthbert froze in horror, Sir Cuthbert's hand still nestled in Gilli's warm, wet groove (and she had been so close!)
The Sergeant hauled Gilli to her feet, and handed her off to his corporal standing just outside the door.
Standing to attention, and adopting a more respectful tone, he continued: "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come with me, sir." Sir Cuthbert rose to his feet, shame-faced, and the group hustled along the hallway in the direction of the castle dungeons.
...
Without a word having been said about her fate, Gilli found herself alone in a cell, wondering how her life could have changed with such speed. All the serving maids were a-flutter when Sir Cuthbert was about (he was so beautiful!), and when he had looked at her with those big brown eyes, well, she had just kind of melted inside. And when he had taken her arm and led her into the store room, well, resistance had been the last thing on her mind. And now look at where she was. His Highness the Duke did not allow fornication in the castle (unless he was a participant) - that much was well known. But what her actual punishment would be, she had no idea. She did have an active imagination, however, and with numerous unpleasant possibilities swirling in her mind, Gilli eventually slipped into a troubled sleep.
The Sergeant came for her in the morning, around 8:30 judging by the light filtering through the high window. He uttered only a single phrase, full of foreboding: "It's time.."
He led her out of the cells and across the great courtyard to the stables, where a page stood holding the reins of a horse harnessed to a small cart, big enough for two standing occupants at most. There was a low rail at the front and sides, but the back was open. Gilli was filled with apprehension at the sight of it. She looked about for Sir Cuthbert but there was no sign of him.
The Sergeant helped her up into the cart and rapidly and efficiently tied her hands to the front rail. Then, reaching behind her, he hiked up her skirts and tucked them into her belt. Her squeal of protest had barely begun, when he pulled down her knickers, displaying her tender globes to the morning light. Gilli's knees instinctively clamped together to prevent the loss of the precious garment. Ignoring her squeal of outrage, and seemingly satisfied with the arrangements, the Sergeant nodded at the page who began to walk the horse across the great courtyard.
Gilli's eyes widened in horror. Pages and maids going about their morning business stopped to stare, point, whisper, and giggle. And then it got worse. The great iron gates opened, and the cart passed through onto the cobbled street that led down to the town square. Gill's cheeks burned with mortified dismay.
It was a Monday morning and surprisingly few people were about. But those that were about were much aroused at the sight of Gilli's predicament, and soon formed a growing procession behind the cart, marveling loudly at how prettily her tender globes jiggled as the cart bounced over the cobbles. Gilli thought it quite likely that she would simply die of shame.
Soon, however, they came to the town square. Gilli's heart sank to see that it was full of people, evidently anticipating some sort of entertainment. As the crowd parted to let them through, she caught sight of the raised platform in the center of the square. Upon it had been erected a large wooden X. Affixed to it by wrists and ankles was a young man, completely naked. His oiled muscles gleamed in the morning sunlight. It was Sir Cuthbert! What were they planning to do to him? What where they planning to do to her??
The cart stopped at the base of the platform. A huge hooded man, dressed entirely in leather, untied Gilli's hands and helped her down from the cart. He led her to the platform steps, but their progress was impeded by Gilli's knees, still clamped about her precious knickers. Having no patience for this, the executioner, as Gilli supposed him to be, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, carried her up the steps, and placed her on the platform with her back to the crowd. The crowd roared its approval at the sight of her tender globes, and the executioner turned her, first this way, and then that way, so that everyone should have a good view. She briefly locked eyes with Sir Cuthbert (he was so beautiful!) before being turned away.
In Gilli's churning mind there was a terrible competition between abject shame and humiliation, and fear of what was to come. But the huge man wasted no more time before carrying out her sentence. In one smooth motion, he sat down upon a three-legged stool at the edge of the platform, and pulled Gilli down across his lap. Gilli had barely time to apprehend what was happening before the first "thwack" echoed across the square, and the crowd roared "One!"
Gilli's surprise was so complete that she hardly registered any pain from the first slap - she was overwhelmed by the shock and horror. But she was definitely feeling the pain as the second landed.
And as the crowd roared "Five!" she was squirming and moaning.
And at "Ten!" she was struggling and wailing,
And at "Fifteen!" she sobbed and begged, all dignity having fled.
And at "Twenty!" she prayed fervently for the torment to be over. After all, twenty was such a nice round number, wasn't it?
The crowd roared "Twenty one!", and Gilli braced herself for agony, but it did not come. Instead, the executioner turned his raised palm to the crowd as if to say "Alright, that's enough." And he cut short their groans of disappointment by hauling Gilli to her feet and displaying her beautifully reddened globes. Truly, their cheers affirmed, they had never seen a prettier shade of pink.
After turning her this way and that to the crowd's complete delight, he finally unhitched Gilli's skirts and let them fall to cover her shame. In a haze of stinging and mortification, Gilli hardly noticed when he bent down and lifted her feet one after the other. She just stood there wondering what might happen next. The big man simply pointed to the platform steps, and made a shoo-ing motion with his hand as if to say "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Some part of Gilli's consciousness needed no second invitation, and she found herself sprinting down the steps as if pursued by demons. There was no sign of the horse and cart, and Gilli understood, heart sinking, that she would have to make her own way back to the castle through this whistling, jeering pack of people. And putting down her head, she ran.
As she approached the edge of the square, she realized with some small measure of relief that she was no longer the center of attention. The crowd had shifted its focus back to the platform. She slowed and looked over her shoulder to see what was happening. Her mouth dropped open with astonishment at what she was seeing. Another serving maid was on the platform, stroking some oily liquid onto Sir Cuthbert's member, which was huge and rigidly pointing to the sky. The crowd was roaring its appreciation. And then she had two simultaneous realizations. The first was that Sir Cuthbert's face was covered by something white. And the second was that her precious knickers, which had been white, were no longer clamped between her knees. And the pit of shame into which she had fallen, suddenly acquired an additional basement level.
Quite how she managed it was something of a mystery to her, but somehow Gilli found herself running across the great courtyard where the maids and pages pointed and giggled, past the stables where the page grooming the horse tossed her a cheeky wink, into the servant's quarters, and up the stairs to the very top of the house and the room she shared with her good friend Minnie.
She flung open the door and hurled herself into the waiting arms of Minnie, who held her and consoled her as she sobbed out her story.
(In the cold winter nights, they would take all the bed clothes off one of the narrow beds, pile them onto the other, and snuggle beneath them in each other's arms to avoid freezing. Minnie was such a good friend, and they had no secrets from each other.)
"Let's have a look, then," said Minnie, and lifted Gilli's skirts. "Oh my.."
Ever the practical one, she sat down on one of the narrow beds, pulled Gilli across her knee, and applied a glob of soothing balm from a large pot on the nightstand. As the cooling balm and Minnie's sure and gentle fingers brought blessed relief to her burning globes, Gilli regained enough control to continue her story. When she got to the part about Sir Cuthbert's milking, Minnie interrupted: "The word is that he's to be milked every hour, from nine to five, until five on Friday. I do wish I could have seen it." And her eyes turned distant and dreamy. "Just the milking part, I mean," she added hastily. The public milking of a fine gentleman was a rare treat, and Sir Cuthbert was a very fine gentleman, as all the serving maids agreed.
And deep in her reverie of Sir Cuthbert's imagined milking, Minnie's fingers slipped u*********sly from Gilli's cooling buttocks into the hot moistness of her maidenly groove, and continued their soothing ministrations there. And before long, Gilli was squirming and moaning for the third time that day.
Minnie was such a good friend...
Continued in... A Valiant Paladin
Continued...
"'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, what's all this, then?" boomed the voice of the Sergeant of the Guard as the store room door burst open.
Gilli and Sir Cuthbert froze in horror, Sir Cuthbert's hand still nestled in Gilli's warm, wet groove (and she had been so close!)
The Sergeant hauled Gilli to her feet, and handed her off to his corporal standing just outside the door.
Standing to attention, and adopting a more respectful tone, he continued: "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come with me, sir." Sir Cuthbert rose to his feet, shame-faced, and the group hustled along the hallway in the direction of the castle dungeons.
...
Without a word having been said about her fate, Gilli found herself alone in a cell, wondering how her life could have changed with such speed. All the serving maids were a-flutter when Sir Cuthbert was about (he was so beautiful!), and when he had looked at her with those big brown eyes, well, she had just kind of melted inside. And when he had taken her arm and led her into the store room, well, resistance had been the last thing on her mind. And now look at where she was. His Highness the Duke did not allow fornication in the castle (unless he was a participant) - that much was well known. But what her actual punishment would be, she had no idea. She did have an active imagination, however, and with numerous unpleasant possibilities swirling in her mind, Gilli eventually slipped into a troubled sleep.
The Sergeant came for her in the morning, around 8:30 judging by the light filtering through the high window. He uttered only a single phrase, full of foreboding: "It's time.."
He led her out of the cells and across the great courtyard to the stables, where a page stood holding the reins of a horse harnessed to a small cart, big enough for two standing occupants at most. There was a low rail at the front and sides, but the back was open. Gilli was filled with apprehension at the sight of it. She looked about for Sir Cuthbert but there was no sign of him.
The Sergeant helped her up into the cart and rapidly and efficiently tied her hands to the front rail. Then, reaching behind her, he hiked up her skirts and tucked them into her belt. Her squeal of protest had barely begun, when he pulled down her knickers, displaying her tender globes to the morning light. Gilli's knees instinctively clamped together to prevent the loss of the precious garment. Ignoring her squeal of outrage, and seemingly satisfied with the arrangements, the Sergeant nodded at the page who began to walk the horse across the great courtyard.
Gilli's eyes widened in horror. Pages and maids going about their morning business stopped to stare, point, whisper, and giggle. And then it got worse. The great iron gates opened, and the cart passed through onto the cobbled street that led down to the town square. Gill's cheeks burned with mortified dismay.
It was a Monday morning and surprisingly few people were about. But those that were about were much aroused at the sight of Gilli's predicament, and soon formed a growing procession behind the cart, marveling loudly at how prettily her tender globes jiggled as the cart bounced over the cobbles. Gilli thought it quite likely that she would simply die of shame.
Soon, however, they came to the town square. Gilli's heart sank to see that it was full of people, evidently anticipating some sort of entertainment. As the crowd parted to let them through, she caught sight of the raised platform in the center of the square. Upon it had been erected a large wooden X. Affixed to it by wrists and ankles was a young man, completely naked. His oiled muscles gleamed in the morning sunlight. It was Sir Cuthbert! What were they planning to do to him? What where they planning to do to her??
The cart stopped at the base of the platform. A huge hooded man, dressed entirely in leather, untied Gilli's hands and helped her down from the cart. He led her to the platform steps, but their progress was impeded by Gilli's knees, still clamped about her precious knickers. Having no patience for this, the executioner, as Gilli supposed him to be, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, carried her up the steps, and placed her on the platform with her back to the crowd. The crowd roared its approval at the sight of her tender globes, and the executioner turned her, first this way, and then that way, so that everyone should have a good view. She briefly locked eyes with Sir Cuthbert (he was so beautiful!) before being turned away.
In Gilli's churning mind there was a terrible competition between abject shame and humiliation, and fear of what was to come. But the huge man wasted no more time before carrying out her sentence. In one smooth motion, he sat down upon a three-legged stool at the edge of the platform, and pulled Gilli down across his lap. Gilli had barely time to apprehend what was happening before the first "thwack" echoed across the square, and the crowd roared "One!"
Gilli's surprise was so complete that she hardly registered any pain from the first slap - she was overwhelmed by the shock and horror. But she was definitely feeling the pain as the second landed.
And as the crowd roared "Five!" she was squirming and moaning.
And at "Ten!" she was struggling and wailing,
And at "Fifteen!" she sobbed and begged, all dignity having fled.
And at "Twenty!" she prayed fervently for the torment to be over. After all, twenty was such a nice round number, wasn't it?
The crowd roared "Twenty one!", and Gilli braced herself for agony, but it did not come. Instead, the executioner turned his raised palm to the crowd as if to say "Alright, that's enough." And he cut short their groans of disappointment by hauling Gilli to her feet and displaying her beautifully reddened globes. Truly, their cheers affirmed, they had never seen a prettier shade of pink.
After turning her this way and that to the crowd's complete delight, he finally unhitched Gilli's skirts and let them fall to cover her shame. In a haze of stinging and mortification, Gilli hardly noticed when he bent down and lifted her feet one after the other. She just stood there wondering what might happen next. The big man simply pointed to the platform steps, and made a shoo-ing motion with his hand as if to say "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Some part of Gilli's consciousness needed no second invitation, and she found herself sprinting down the steps as if pursued by demons. There was no sign of the horse and cart, and Gilli understood, heart sinking, that she would have to make her own way back to the castle through this whistling, jeering pack of people. And putting down her head, she ran.
As she approached the edge of the square, she realized with some small measure of relief that she was no longer the center of attention. The crowd had shifted its focus back to the platform. She slowed and looked over her shoulder to see what was happening. Her mouth dropped open with astonishment at what she was seeing. Another serving maid was on the platform, stroking some oily liquid onto Sir Cuthbert's member, which was huge and rigidly pointing to the sky. The crowd was roaring its appreciation. And then she had two simultaneous realizations. The first was that Sir Cuthbert's face was covered by something white. And the second was that her precious knickers, which had been white, were no longer clamped between her knees. And the pit of shame into which she had fallen, suddenly acquired an additional basement level.
Quite how she managed it was something of a mystery to her, but somehow Gilli found herself running across the great courtyard where the maids and pages pointed and giggled, past the stables where the page grooming the horse tossed her a cheeky wink, into the servant's quarters, and up the stairs to the very top of the house and the room she shared with her good friend Minnie.
She flung open the door and hurled herself into the waiting arms of Minnie, who held her and consoled her as she sobbed out her story.
(In the cold winter nights, they would take all the bed clothes off one of the narrow beds, pile them onto the other, and snuggle beneath them in each other's arms to avoid freezing. Minnie was such a good friend, and they had no secrets from each other.)
"Let's have a look, then," said Minnie, and lifted Gilli's skirts. "Oh my.."
Ever the practical one, she sat down on one of the narrow beds, pulled Gilli across her knee, and applied a glob of soothing balm from a large pot on the nightstand. As the cooling balm and Minnie's sure and gentle fingers brought blessed relief to her burning globes, Gilli regained enough control to continue her story. When she got to the part about Sir Cuthbert's milking, Minnie interrupted: "The word is that he's to be milked every hour, from nine to five, until five on Friday. I do wish I could have seen it." And her eyes turned distant and dreamy. "Just the milking part, I mean," she added hastily. The public milking of a fine gentleman was a rare treat, and Sir Cuthbert was a very fine gentleman, as all the serving maids agreed.
And deep in her reverie of Sir Cuthbert's imagined milking, Minnie's fingers slipped u*********sly from Gilli's cooling buttocks into the hot moistness of her maidenly groove, and continued their soothing ministrations there. And before long, Gilli was squirming and moaning for the third time that day.
Minnie was such a good friend...
Continued in... A Valiant Paladin
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